Help out the onlookers

Looking out through the glass, you spot the three girls you came in with sitting at a table talking among themselves. The crowd in the lobby seems to be getting even bigger as more students show up to pay their fees or ogle the unexpected show. Some of them seem quite stressed... Maybe you could help them out?

"Miss," you begin, looking to the receptionist Clara brought, "could you please tell the three girls at that table to begin 'helping' the crowd?"

"What do you mean? Help how?"

"Well allowing them to use their bodies, of-- Ah," you stumble over your words as the secretary slips your cock back into her mouth. "...of course. Handjobs, blowjobs, sex... Whatever they need to relax."

"Oh, certainly... I'll just go tell them," she replies before scuttling off.

"Mmhmmm," The secretary moans, trying to speak around your throbbing member. You pull it out of her mouth suddenly, allowing some drool to drip off onto her cleavage.

Standing up, she unbuckles her leather pants and slides them down just a bit, slipping her hand inside and rubbing slowly. "I don't mean to rush you, but the President might be here soon... Maybe you can use my pussy to finish?" With that she turns around and grabs the side of her cubicle, bracing herself while sticking her ass out towards you.

Unable to resist such a tempting offer, you grab her by the hips, line yourself up, and thrust inside. As you begin to slide in and out of her tight pussy, you reach around under her shirt to grab at her tits.

"Oh my..." You turn to see Clara blushing, and wave her closer.

"Come have a seat on the desk, mm?"

As you thrust faster and faster, the wall of the cubicle is shaking furiously. After a few moments, the woman on the other side stands up to see what's wrong.

"Oh.. Oh my GOD! You three should be ashamed of yourselves... Do you have no decency?" She stares at you, completely aghast. "I don't what's going on here, but it's disgusting," she mutters before popping back behind the wall.

Chuckling a little, you turn back to Clara who's sitting down sitting down on the desk facing you. Her dangling legs are closed tightly, and her arms are crossed over her chest.

"Clara, why are you so embarrassed? Isn't sex perfectly natural?"

"Well... I always thought it was... You know..." She looks away from you. "Private, special..."

"Sex can be a lot of things," you reply with a grin. "Maybe you'd know if you had a little more experience... You poor thing. Speaking of which, I think I'm ready to finish," you say, pulling out of the secretary.

You stand back a moment, looking at both girls; who do you want to finish with? Clara, the cute but inexperienced virgin, or this secretary, who seems to know how to pleasure you perfectly?